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My Knight in shiny Armour 4b/??
(Anonymous) 2011-11-08 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)Leo leaned back. “Honestly...” Then he shook his head. “Man, and here I was wondering if I had to celebrate alone tonight.”
“Celebrate?”
“Yeah, everything’s worked out and...” Leo faltered and his eyes clouded over for a second. “You know what? Why don’t we have a drink and I tell you? Or do you already have... uhm... plans for the night?”
“What?” Everything seemed to happen a little too fast. “Oh. Oh, no. No, I didn’t have any plans.”
“Good.” Leo rubbed his hands and took Knight’s arm, dragging him along while he leaned a little closer to whisper into his hear. “See, no one will suspect anything when two cousins enter the Gomorrah together. They’ll think we’re in for some drinks and girls.”
Knight blinked. “We’re not?”
Leo laughed, his hearty, good natured laugh that Knight had been thinking about a lot during those last lonely weeks. It felt incredibly good to hear it again. “The drinks, yes. The girls...” He shrugged. “Well. I guess we can find something to... entertain ourselves.” Then he cast a look at Knight from the corner of his eye and winked, and Knight in turn felt his knees turn into jelly and his heart beat pick up speed, as if he was a boy on his first date.
“Man, I was so hoping you’d be on leave here one day”, Leo chattered brightly on as they headed for the large doors of the Gomorrah. “I’ve been keeping my eyes out everywhere for you...”
“Hey”, Knight interrupted him. “Why didn’t you show up in the Outpost anymore if you missed me that much?” It was out before he had a chance to check on his words and suddenly, Knight had the unpleasant feeling that he blushed.
Leo in turn just laughed. “I would’ve, you know. But Jesus, I had so much stuff that needed doing and the Outpost... you know, it isn’t exactly round the corner.” He gave Knight an apologetic look and a shrug. “I was planning to, you know. I was there, as I’m sure you’ve heard. But one thing or another always happened, and...”
“Yeah, yeah. All right”, Knight said and patted Leo’s shoulder. “No need to get all apologetic on me.”
Leo smiled shyly. “Thanks. See... I really...”
“Hey Knight!” One of the soldiers loitering in front of the Gomorrah waved his bottle at them. “See you found your stray cousin!”
“It’s rather he found me!”, Knight yelled back.
“So it’s a family’s night out, ey?”
“The Knights’ night!”, another one jeered, much to the audible amusement of the men around him.
“Hey cousin”, the first one now addressed Leo. “See that he gets some hair down in there. That one is so closed up I swear he’s got a coin slit for an asshole!”
His comrades howled in drunken glee.
With his grin plastered firmly onto his face Leo dragged Knight through the doors and kicked them shut behind them. “What a load of assholes.”
Knight cleared his throat. “They are like that when they’re drunk.”
“I know”, Leo said, his good humour returning to his voice. With a wink, he adjusted his bow tie and hooked his arm through Knight’s. “Come on, let’s find a drink for ourselves.”
They settled down at a table in a corner of the Brimstone bar and Leo insisted on buying the drinks. He came back to their table with two ice-cold beers, the condensation already trickling down the glass in appealing little droplets.
“That hits the spot after walking here from the Outpost”, Knight said with a happy sigh after he had drained half the bottle in a single draught.
“Hell yeah.” Leo grinned. “I know.”
They drank in silence for a while, listening to the whistles of the men around them as one of the hookers started a strip dance on the stage. When Knight put his empty bottle down Leo knocked his own back to empty it and put it beside his, then straightened his jacket and adjusted his bow tie. “So. I fancy trying out my luck tonight.” Leo stood up and made an inviting gesture. “Care to join me?”
Knight got up as well. “What’s the use of being on the Strip without losing a little money?”
They shared a grin and made their way towards the casino, where Leo surprised Knight yet again when he returned from the cashier with a ridiculously large pile of chips and handed him half of it.
My Knight in shiny Armour 4c/??
(Anonymous) 2011-11-08 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)Leo winked, giving Knight one of his terrible, infectious grins again. “I insist.”
“But...”
“Oh come on.” Leo held out his left hand again. “I invited you out tonight, and it’s me who’s gonna pay. If you like it’ll be your turn next time.”
“Okay. In that case...” Knight took the chips with a smile and Leo grinned even broader.
“Sweet. Where do you want to start?”
Knight stared at his chips and let his eyes trail across the casino. “Let’s do cards first.”
They made a little money at Black Jack and lost the lot again at the roulette tables, spending a few hours in a pleasant bubble out of reality in each other’s company, cursing the dice and cards and balls when they lost and praising them when they won.
Having run dry on chips they returned to the Brimstone bar for another beer, but this time Knight insisted that he buy the drinks.
They clinked their bottles together after settling down and, nursing their beers, watched one of the prostitutes doing a pole dance on the stage. It was that moment that Knight, his heart still fluttering, remembered that Leo shared his personal preferences, something he had managed to forget every now and then in his near-futile crushing on the man.
“I’d totally do him”, Leo said conversationally and took a sip of his drink. “If he weren’t a hooker.”
“Don’t do hookers?”
“I’m not dogmatic about it”, Leo gave back. “But as a principle... no. Feel too much like a job. Which I am, of course... but well. I’d prefer not to be treated like one and as of yet I haven’t found someone who doesn’t.”
“You met Old Ben yet?”, Knight blurted out and realised the same moment what he had said and felt the unpleasant and unfamiliar burn of a blush creep onto his cheeks as Leo very slowly turned his head and looked at him, all traces of amusement gone from his eyes.
“Old Ben? I have, but I didn’t know he also... does boys.”
Knight stared at his bottle, cursing himself for his blunder and wondered if there was something he could say to smooth it over, make it not sound like he hadn’t had sex with a hooker, but where was the point? Because the plain truth was that he had.
When he finally dared to look at Leo again he found the other man stare straight ahead, but not so much angry but all the more annoyed. He was tapping the side of his bottle with a nervous finger.
“Leo?”
“Hm?” He didn’t take his eyes off the stage.
Knight took a deep breath. “What’s wrong?”
Leo stared at the mouth of his bottle for a long while before answering. “I... I just. I don’t know.”
“You’re...” Knight tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “You’re not... seriously.... you’re not jealous, are you?”
“Of course not”, Leo snapped back far too hastily and Knight couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
“Oh come on, Leo. Old Ben’s a Hooker and nothing more.”
At that, Leo looked up again, a shy smile on his face. It made Knight’s throat go dry to see him look at him like that. Their eyes met, and suddenly Knight couldn’t look away any more. In Leo’s eyes the glint of humour had vanished, replaced by a deep dark shine, a strange kind of hunger that made Knight want to drown himself in these eyes. Leo leaned a little forward, the smile widening into something genuinely happy, and placed a hand onto Knight’s, yet years and years of hushing up had created forces of habit he couldn’t even shed in that moment, so he let his eyes sweep across the bar in search for anyone who might know him before he dared to close his fingers around Leo’s.
Leo, in turn, had seen that gesture and with a sigh, let go of Knight’s fingers again before he stood up.
“Don’t move”, he said and vanished, leaving Knight wondering what he was up to now.
Knight didn’t have to wait very long, but when Leo came back he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry, or if he should maybe just slink out of the door, into the courtyard, climb over a wall and vanish as he watched
Leo come back to their table with a feisty grin on his face and a –female– whore in his arm.